I live in an apocalyptic dream. My steps fit into it so precisely that I fear most of all I will grow bored reliving the thing so exactly.

Give me a lamp so I can find the day.

When I need to identify rebels, I look for men with principles

A killer with the manners of a rabbit - this is the most dangerous kind.

Humans live best when each has his place, when each knows where he belongs in the scheme of things. Destroy the place and destroy the person.

Control the coinage and the courts — let the rabble have the rest.

Beyond a critical point within a finite space, freedom diminishes as numbers increase. This is as true of humans as it is of gas molecules in a sealed flask. The human question is not how many can possibly survive within the system, but what kind of existence is possible for those who so survive.